May 4, 2006.
I was driving to the North Shore Mall on Interstate 95 on a beautiful spring day. My cell phone rang. It was my brothers number. "Dad's been trying to reach you-did he get a hold of you"?
"No, why?"
"Mom's dead."
You know how hard it is sometimes to just "get started"?
And I mean to start anything?
Especially doing things that you have put off doing, want to put off doing, don't want to do, or think "maybe I can do that later"?
Like the task of switching your closet from your summer clothes to fall clothes, or cleaning out the attic or the inside of your oven, or having those honest conversations about tough topics?